Yes, I have finally done it. I have managed to get off my lazy butt and start running again! Will it last? Probably not. :P I decided that it had been far too long since I last exercised and so I began on a 6 week 10km programme (which, incidentally, I may have to extend to seven weeks. Or eight. Or possibly a few months). So far, it's been a week and I've been on four runs. Go me.
One thing I'm beginning to realise is that I don't think I'm a natural runner. I've heard so many runners speak of this elusive thing called the "runner's high", a supposed moment during a run where your endorphins kick in and all the pain and wheezing goes away and you feel like you're flying. The only high I feel is that moment when my alarm goes off and I realise that I can stop. Even then, stopping sometimes hurts more than carrying on. During the run my general thought process is something like this...
It feels good to be running again! Whooooo I'm flying! I love downhills! (pause) I wonder how much my butt is jiggling in these running shorts. (pause) Who cares?? At least I'm exercising! Whoooo! (pause) OK time to leave the downhill behind! Onto the straight! I can do this! (breathing becomes a little heavier) Whew. Running is tougher than I remembered. Shit. There's the first hill. (breathing becomes heavier, pace slows) Hills SUCK. (panting, moving at just above walking speed) God my calves HURT! I didn't know I HAD so many muscles there! They feel like they're on fire! (panting hard) F***ing hill. WHY WON'T YOU END?? (starting to wheeze) Wait, is that...? Could it be...? OMG THE HILL HAS ENDED! WHOOOOOO! (checks watch) What?? I've only been running for three minutes? I can't stop yet????
Dammit.
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